Rendezvous À Paris

Part Two: Yves Alexandre

"Mr. Yves? Here is your coffee order; a cold brew with toffee nut syrup and oat milk, with added two pumps of white mocha sauce, and a drizzle of dark caramel syrup, just how you like it." I took the coffee cup off her little tray and immediately took a sip of the chilled beverage.

"Ugh, this is so good," I emitted. I closed my eyes briefly, filled with a complete sense of satisfaction that sent my tastebuds to heaven and back. "Merci," I thanked her, before taking another sip. The euphoric joy from my daily dose of sweetened caffeine brings me to a good start this morning.

"Bonjour. Excusez-moi, Monsieur Alexandre? We would like to check in with you regarding your set of attires for today. Would you like to take a look at them once again to make sure they're up to par with your standards?" A representative staff from the fashion show came, kindly reminding me of my makeup and fitting.

I immediately placed the coffee back on the serving tray that was placed by my side, and quickly anticipated for my fitting session.

"It's Yves," I said, while smiling at him. I hate to be called by my middle name, it's so annoying. The French folks often think that Alexandre is my last name, but it's actually Adulyadej. I'm Yves Alexandre Adulyadej.

And for the last time, I'm Thai.

Why is it so hard for them to remember that?

"And yes. Please bring them to me, thanks," I said, signaling two fingers in a forwarding motion, urging them to enter the room with my full permission.

A team of stylists from the high fashion brand arrived at my en suite, came fully prepared with a rack of hand-selected clothes for me to wear. From long suits to waist-clinching corsets, down to multiple pairs of shoes of various heights that are neatly aligned on the bottom rack. Two more stylists followed by and entered the room, each carrying a box of jewelry and accessories which were popped open right on the table in front of me. I leaned forward to take a peek at the shiny decorative pieces that were displayed just for me.

Diamonds? Oh, I am all sat and locked in.

I am very intrigued.

"Are these new?" I asked, pointing towards the box at the front. I don't remember seeing this collection of diamonds the last time I went in for a fitting. Otherwise, I would've definitely remembered them. I don't ever forget diamonds, especially when they're this glaringly shiny. Beautifully angled-cut, crisp cold ice.

"I don't remember seeing these before," gently, I picked up a diamond necklace to take a closer look at it. The long, thin strand of small diamonds that dazzle brightly in a line, has caught a sparkle in my eye. It's so enchantingly enticing.

Diamonds this gorgeous?

Now imagine what it would look like on me.

'That looks incredibly stunning', I thought to myself quietly. I glare at the necklace, bringing it closer to my eye as I inspect it further. It looks a little bit too thin for my liking, though, but it is one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever seen. I then placed it in the middle of my palm, tilting it from side to side, letting it sparkle underneath the bright fluorescent ceiling light.

"Yes, Monsieur," one of the staff spoke, promptly replying to me. "The designer is wondering if you'd like to wear them today, hence they've just added these new pieces to your set. They've also mentioned that you're free to pair and style them however you like, as they trust your impeccable fashion sense," she delightedly told me. "As we already know, you're a fashion icon, Monsieur Yves. You will definitely look stunning with these," she added, and the others simply agreed to her remarks unanimously.